Fettyville Hurker - Mean Is Da Mood Lyrics

Mean is da mood... da way I come off, it seem like I'm rude
If u felt like I felt, u would feel like dat dude
We da wolves... hear me howl at da moon
Homie starvin, Stomach growling for food
Trapped it out... on da prowl wit my goons
Night owls, who he swooped in da coupe!
Couple chickens coming home just to roost!

Rolling stone but still rare gym
Trigger strong, gotta hair pin
Last nerve and it was wearing thin
Up to da last minute... I'll prepare then
On go, when I say when
Potent oils for ya coke stem
In da Jailhouse from a play pen
No house arrest nor a state pen
Could ever control me... I'm on my Brody
Coming for mines, it's da respect that Dey owed me
Solidified... wit my legacy homie
Grand Champs, Only pedigree Cronies
Only real, Could care less bout da phonies
(Good) Shot selection, got me gunning Kobe
Title town...
Coming home wit da trophy
Sauce it down
Get respect from Lil whoadies

Mean is da mood... da way I come off, it seem like I'm rude
If u felt like I felt, u would feel like dat dude
We da wolves... hear me howl at da moon
Homie starvin, Stomach growling for food
Trapped It Out... on da prowl wit my goons
Night owls... who he swooped in da coupe!
Couple chickens... coming home just to roost!

Let me give em da best of Dey Big Bro
F*ck ya feelings, let this pain go
Aura litt, see da flames glow
Prolly all hit da lil same hoe...
And I'm just lettin y'all lames know
Stuck to da script of my M.O
Ridin Round, spin da bend slow
Took da top off, gettin brains blowed
40 Bound I'm just Reppin my Whodies
40 cal, might be da weapon up on him
Play da late nights to da top of da mornin
Death callin, tht Bih crept round da corner
High as f*ck, but down to Earth wit da Stoners
Played da cut... chick complementing my hunger
Love or Trust... Think Dey don't give a forewarning
Ya squad yock, all ya gang is appalling

Mean is da mood... da way I come off, it seem like I'm rude
If u felt like I felt, u would feel like dat dude
We da wolves... hear me howl at da moon
Homie starvin, Stomach growling for food
Trapped It Out...on da prowl wit my goons
Night owls, who he swooped in da coupe!
Couple chickens coming home just to roost

On offense... only thinking bout scoring
This for da win, got da title... I'm ballin
Slight of hand, I was bare knuckle brawling
Go time, no bullshittin or stalling
In all my days, one too many was starving
Premadonnas way to pressed to be darlings
Never envisioned of us whipping a foreign
Rigamortis... Layin stiff in a coffin
No more losses... Let's proceed it wit caution
Keepin up wit bosses... Rarely happened too often
I don't get tired
But this shit get exhausting
Fraud raps... Come so bogus I'm yawning
Ain't tryna hear... all dat flodging bout flossing
This No cap... nightmarishly haunting
Put in work, now my pension rewarding
She a Whole snack... Candy coated wit frosting

Mean is da mood... da way I come off, it seem like I'm rude
If u felt like I felt, u would feel like dat dude
We da wolves... hear me howl at da moon
Homie starvin, Stomach growling for food
Trapped It Out... on da prowl wit my goons
Night owls, who he swooped in da coupe!
Couple chickens... coming home just to roost